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“Oh my god, Stiles! What happened? Are you hurt, son?” His dad was panicking, and Stiles began to sob, his body nearly giving out under the weight of the despair radiating off his father. His dad’s eyes welled with tears as he gently shook Stiles's shoulders, desperate to hold his attention. “Honey, are you hurt? Please tell me where you’re hurt. Please, son...”
Stiles let his head fall heavily onto his father’s shoulder, who pulled him closer with gentle caution, terrified of worsening whatever injury the teenager had.
“Shh. I’m right here. Daddy’s here, Mischief.”
Stiles sobbed, clinging to his father. Meeting the Sheriff’s teary eyes, he listened as his dad asked again, completely wrecked, “Are you hurt, son? Where’s the bleeding coming from?”
Stiles let out another sob. “It...”
His dad shushed him softly, wiping the blood and tears from Stiles’s face. “It’s okay, Mischief. You can tell me. I’m going to get you help, just tell me where it is.”
Stiles looked at his father, utterly devastated. “It he-healed. It healed, Dad.”
An agonized sob tore from his throat as the Sheriff’s breath hitched—in the exact same moment his son’s eyes flashed a vivid, brilliant shade of red.
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29 Sep 2026
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They were the last - and the enemy was still coming. Peter's gaze, chilled, savage, half dead already, turned to Stiles.
"Go. I'll hold them off."
They were the last. And if Stiles had a chance of seeing this through, he'd have to accept the wolf's sacrifice.
One last smile, and it was the first true smile Stiles had seen on that face - fondness, warmth, humor, a depth of emotion Stiles could fathom seeing on that face. Peter's eyes, glowing wolf red - an alpha again, an alpha of ash-killed land and constant winter, and severed bonds - warmed. "It's always been you, sweetheart."
Too many messages in those stilted words. Too much left unsaid. Too much left undone.
"Find me, when you go back. Its the only thing I ask."
"I can't leave you."
"Yes, you can. There's nothing here to leave, sweetheart."
Cracking branches, the thud of roughshod feet running their way. Their brief respite was over. They were the last, and Peter was sacrificing himself so Stiles could escape. Fuck.
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28 Sep 2026
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Peter wakes in a hole in the ground of a house. Next to him is a man of approximately his age, eyes burning Alpha red, who smells exactly like his 15-year-old nephew. They seem to be in a house that smells like burnt wood and ashes which looks oddly like his childhood home. A young girl with fiery hair and terrified eyes cowers in the corner of the room while looking at him like he is going to gut her. There’s also a mirror reflecting the light of the moon on him above him.
‘Ah, the worm moon ritual, that means I must have died then…’
He gets out of the obvious makeshift grave, then crouches down to the young man’s level.
“Can you stand? I realize that the ritual takes its toll on energy, but since you went through the trouble of resurrecting me, I would like to know who you are, and why you smell like my nephew?”
Warning first half is fast paced, last correction october 2024
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Never and Nowhere by sieniusia86
Fandoms: The Vampire Diaries (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
31 Aug 2026
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In 1914, Kol Mikaelson was daggered by his brothers and left to rot in a coffin beneath New Orleans.
In 2012, his family believes he is still there.
They are wrong.
Who ruined a perfectly good century of plans?
Hazel Potter.Bookmarked by CaFay
26 Sep 2026
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Just an USUAL monday by Vivevl
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Vampire Diaries - L. J. Smith
13 Jun 2026
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Henrietta—or Harry as they fondly called her, always had quite a kink, as Ron called it, for getting herself into unlikely circumstances. Circumstances, that included smuggling a dragon to killing the most worst snake-faced dark lord, Voldemort aka Tom riddle.
Now Three years after the war. Twenty year old Henrietta Potter had somehow miraculously gotten pregnant out of nowhere by the one and only original hybrid, Klaus mikealson by buying books???
Honestly her life.......She could hear draco and theo laughing their asses out.
This is my very first fic and English is neither my first language nor my strongest suit. But I am writing this fic purely to satisfy my fantasies. I hope you guys enjoy it.
PS : I did not watch Originals....
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26 Sep 2026